One shots - Phan

What is wrong with you.

Hello, this one is depressing sorry. Thought I should aliterate that as I got a horrible comment because one of my stories was depressing. This way nobody should get mistaken because I have mentioned it.

Thanks for the positivity

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I sat in my room, scrolling down tumblr as Dan sorted through my clothes, getting rid of the old ones and asking me if I wanted them. He sighed, stretching his back out and flexing his wrists, yawning.

"This is harder work than you think." Dan laughed scratching the back of his neck, staring down at the pile of mismatched colour in front of him. "Fancy giving me a hand?"

I nodded, placing my laptop to the side before sliding off my bed and onto the floor, crossing my legs. I began sorting through my clothes, throwing the ones I wanted onto my bed, making sure to keep the long sleeved shirts.

Dan laughed, watching me intently until I looked up at him, frowning.

"I'm helping you. Dude you don't have to watch me." I laughed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head, Dan going back to my wardrobe. He reached up onto his tiptoes, shuffling is hand around to see if any tops had been pushed to the very back, until he froze as he hit something hard.

I then remembered.

Dan frowned, taking the object in his hand before bringing it out and in front of him. He frowned again.

"Phil. What is this?" He asked and I just shook my head, pretending I didn't know, but I did. Dan then began to look around the box to see if he could open it, sliding the bar that went down the side across, before pulling on the wooden tab. How was he so skilled in knowing how to open old Japanese safes?

Dan continued to move the wooden box around in his hands, sliding things and pulling things before the lid opened, revealing the contents of my secret box. He just stood in shock, his eyes not flickering from the inside, not once taking a glance to anywhere else in the room. Eventually, Dan put his hand inside, taking out the small, tea stained piece of paper that lay on top, scanning his eyes over it. Although I knew he had already read it at least twice.

/Here lies the real Philip Lester.

The way he is and the way he was will never change.

Nobody must see this./

I gulped, knowing how Dan would react. He just dropped the paper and looked back to the box, and I swear his eyes went black. Inside was a small, leather pen knife, the blade covered in dried blood. On the right of that was a ball of tissue, also painted red, which Dan picked up, slowly unraveling it.

Inside lay a large chunk of my flesh.

Dan gasped, dropping the tissue and the box, dodging the pen knife before staring at me, his eyes flickering with rage.

"What the fuck Phil?" Dan screamed, his hand clenching until his knuckles went white. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The words pierced me like a sword slicing my arm, replaying over and over in my head until I let tears fall, sobbing harshly into my hands.

"I'm sorry." I repeated over and over again until I felt Dan pin me down to the bed, slapping me again and again round the face. However his actions would never hurt as much as his words.

Dan grabbed hold of my ankles, dragging me off my bed and down the hall, letting my body slam against the corners of doors as he took me through to the kitchen, picking me up and putting me of the counter, on top of the stove. I dreaded the worst: Dan burning my body as he told me how stupid and psychotic I was. However he didn't.

He just continued to punch and slap me as tears ran down his cheeks and onto the tiled floor where his socks would soak up, until he growled, punching me one last time.

"What is wrong with you." He muttered bitterly, spitting on me before leaving the room, the front door slamming closed.

That's the last I ever saw of Dan. He left just like that. I didn't even see him come and get his things from our apartment but one day I woke up and all his things were gone. All that lay on the table which was once his were his keys and the promise bracelet I gave him on our one year of being together. All along with a note that simply said:

I love you.

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That was really weird I'm sorry but idk what is wrong with me right now. I guess I just have feelings to get out.

Te amo,

Mitzu

Xx